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Season 3

Episode 51

(Do you feel resentment)

Emily did not know how she ended up there. She knelt beside the corpses. Her heart was beating hard in her chest. Her parents were lying down on the cold floor of the room. Their dead-pale faces staring in the emptiness. Emily felt something in her throat that prevented her from breathing.    

"Dad, mom, what was wrong with you two..." Emily said those trembling words with a sense of tremendous sadness. It was like the voice of someone that just realized to have lost everything, "I promise that I will never argue with you again, and I will be a good daughter, Okay? Just came back, please... 

Wake up please. Don't scare me. Wake up..."  

"The victims were shot in a cold blood, Miss Bai; and in your apartment, we found a gun with your fingerprints on it..." The doctor was clearly used to seeing life and death. She didn't show any emotions or regard towards Emily's feelings. Emily thought when in life you face death you should at least show some respect, then she heard the doctor continued, "So you are the first suspect... Yes, for the law you are the most likely murderer."    

But Emily was immersed in her own world. She couldn't hear any sound apart from her heart howling in agony. It was too difficult to realize that yesterday her parents were perfectly healthy and now they were gone, "Dad, mom, please wake up... 

I will do whatever you asked me to... 

Look at me please. Look at me!" These last words came out loud from her mouth, but their pale faces didn't move.  

She put her arms around the dead body of her mother and tried to shake it, but she was quickly stopped by the doctor.    

"Take her to the headquarters for interrogation, and bring the corpses as well,"  said a policeman nearby. 

 Emily burst out, "No, I won't come with you! My mom is still sleeping. 

We will wait for her to awake!" The policeman and the doctor exchanged a meaningful look, then the policeman said, "Miss Bai, you need to face reality that your parents are dead! And I remind you that you are now the primary suspect for this homicide."    

Nothing, Emily heard nothing. Instead, she started crying on her parents' dead bodies.    

So the policeman who had lost his little patience escorted Emily into the police car and drove her to the police station.    

In the car, the situation was tense. Emily started punching her seats and the car's roof compulsively. 

Almost as if she was on the verge of collapsing. When they arrived at the police station, the man had to handcuff her to prevent Emily from hurting herself and others. But still, she kept moving, fighting and yelling.  

"SPLASH" a policewoman threw on her face an entire cup of cold tea, "Miss Emily, are you with us now?"    
Emily remained still for half a second, then she wiped off the tea from her face. Her eyes turned red and then her voice came out low and slow, "Are they really dead..."    

"Yes, Miss Emily." The policewoman continued absently, "The bullet pierced one of the main arteries and they died because of the blood losses. One of our officers found a gun in your apartment that coincides with the one of the murder. Hence we believe that you committed this murder. How do you respond to these allegations?"  

Emily was forced to face the reality, "... I don't have guns,"  she said, clenching her teeth.    

"Then, how come that there are your fingerprints on it?"    

"I don't know..."    

"We are aware that you have had some problems with the two deceased in the last days. Why so?"  

"It is private. I do not have to explain myself." She didn't want to tell the officer her story. It was the last thing she could do to honor their souls.    

"According to your neighbors, you argued about something related to your birth. They reported that the two deceased had accused you of being the daughter of someone else and then they insulted and ashamed you."    

It was painful to hear this again, so she waited silently for the officer to get to her point.    

The policewoman paused for a moment, then talked in a lower voice, "According to our researches, you are the biological daughter of the Taos, but at your birth, your cradle was substituted with that of the Bais daughter by your deceased mom. She took you away from the life that everyone in this town envies, but eventually, that privilege was taken by another girl in your place... Once you found that out, how did you feel? Do you feel resentment?"  

"No, I don't..."    

"Really? It is hard to believe Miss Emily." The officer stared at Emily directly looking into her empty eyes and said, "You were arguing with the Bais, plus, the Taos didn't seem to take you back. You were taken away from one of the richest families of the country and left to live an ordinary life with a family that didn't love you. Everything you had was taken away from you. Someone else decided for you... We believe that you killed your parents because you were angry with them once you found this out."  

"No, it's not like that..."    

"You have accumulated resentment that finally broke out. You killed brutally the parents who raised you for so many years, then you booked a flight to escape abroad as soon as possible... Am I right?"    

"No, this is not me!" Emily widened her wet eyes and answered, "I would never hurt my parents!"  

"You cannot prove that."    

"Also, it's impossible that you found a gun in my apartment because I don't have one!"    

"You are the girlfriend of the famous Jacob Gu. Come on. It's not credible that you didn't possess a gun." The policewoman was simply analyzing the facts. Unfortunately, those facts were practically sending Emily in jail.    

But Emily couldn't accept those charges. She knew who she was, and she was not a murderer. "It's not me! I haven't done it! I do not accept you charging me with this nonsense!"    

"Miss Emily, all the evidence indicate that you are the murderer!" 

Her fierce expression told Emily that anyone in the police station was probably sure that she was the murderer, "If you are not the murderer, what were you doing to the airport this morning?"  

"I didn't want to escape! I was looking for Jacob..."    

"To ask Jacob to help you escape! It's a good idea after all."    

"No, I wasn't!" Emily then burst out with rage, "But don't you see? The real murderer set all this up! All those evidence pointing at me doesn't tell you the same? I did not do it, and you should find the real murderer and stop wasting my time! Or am I the only one who really wants to find the one responsible for this?"  

"You'd better calm down first,"  the officer said with an indifferent voice. She was disgusted by such crimes, a daughter killing her mom and dad. It was unbelievable.    

"Can I go out now? I want to see my parents..." The first tears were dropping from her eyes.    

The other answered coldly, "You can't."    

Although it was hard to believe that a girl like Emily could do such evil things, all the evidence were there, right in front of her eyes. Everything pointing at Emily, believing it or not she had to deal with it.  

"It is all wrong, all wrong... How did my life turn out like this..." Emily cried out these words, but no one responded. Then she was escorted into a cell by a couple of policemen.    

She walked blankly in the cell and then sat numbly on the floor. 'What should I do?'    

These last days had been strange and full of events. First, she had sex with Jack; then she broke up with Jacob; after that, her parents clearly showed that they preferred Tina over her; then Jacob disappeared; at last, her parents were found dead...    

Every pile and piece pressed onto her chest leaving her out of breath.  

Could life be worse?    

Naturally, it could. Now everybody believed that she was killed her parents.    

The parents that raised her up! Anyone who knew her a little would immediately reject her charges. She would not harm anyone.    

"Dad, Mom..." She covered her face with her hands and did the only thing that she could do: crying. Tears dripped down through her fingers, forming small circles of water on the floor.  


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